After sharing a book about a man who had simplified his life to 30 items Project 333, Ria asked me how many things do I have?! I thought, and counted. Hats, jeans, T’s, trousers, cameras, 5 pairs of underwear, 2 handkerchiefs—trying to be thorough, and went on. I have no more than 15 things. Wait, no, not right, no more than 20 things. In actuality, I have 28 things. Some are irreplaceable, some are needed and wanted, but even still very replaceable. All that’s been lost due to circumstances or by choice, I miss none of it. None. What fills my life now are my feelings. Some hurt me, some anger me, some please me, but mostly they fill my once empty heart with all the love I could imagine. I’m reminded of the Eels song, Railroad Man. “…And I know I can walk along the tracks, it might take a little longer, but I know how to find my way back.” I don’t feel anything about having less—no loss. However, I feel epic about what having less has given me.

Sometimes life is not so funny.
Sometimes getting older is not so funny.
Now and then, a friend, or someone nearby, is dying. Just like that.
You look at yourself, and what you see is that you’re not a boy anymore…

You don’t look for pictures. Your pictures are looking for you. Your job is to see. And your receptivity creates a vacuum that sucks in your imagery. Simply trust what draws you to it because that impulse is the authority.